I’ve been on the warpath. Checking the bathroom constantly and threatening to make them go to the gas station. DH actually wanted to know why I always buy white rugs for the bathroom. Why can’t I get some dark ones?

“Get back in that bathroom. Put the top back on the toothpaste, rinse out the sink, and straighten up the towels. Pick up your used dental floss and throw it in the wastebasket. Now!”

I went down to do laundry and found the washer full of wet clothes, the dryer crammed to the max and two baskets of “clean” laundry that DGS’s finished. I took all of it and put it in trashbags and hauled it out to the shed. They were freaking out!

“Where’s our clothes?”

“I put them all in the shed.”

“What????”

“I figured since you left them in the laundry room, you didn’t really need them. I don’t have time to take them to Goodwill right now so I put them in the shed for the time being.”

“We were washing them!”

“No you weren’t. No one was washing them. They were already clean and they’d been dumped in a basket. I know they’d be folded and hung up in your room if you really needed them so I figured you just washed them so you could donate them to Goodwill.”

They looked at me like I’d lost my mind. They’re already afraid to go in the bathroom.

I’m adding to the list:

Thanks, Susan, for letting me know that I’m not the only woman who sleeps with a madman. I can get out of bed, run my hand over the bottom sheet, pull the covers up and it looks like the bed hasn’t been slept in. DH’s side has 3 extra pillows and the sheets and blankets are ripped from the bed in what appears to have been a fight to the death with some kind of dark demons.

Men don’t close cabinet doors.

They polish the furniture with wet dishrags.

They don’t use coasters. Ever.

Women don’t put open cans of food in the refrigerator and then close the door and walk away when one of them gets knocked over.

Maybe if I stay on the warpath, they’ll all move out to the RV for the winter and I can spend long winter evenings curled up on the couch with a coaster under my wine glass.

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Joy says 15th December @ 7:33

You are sooooo my hero! I love how you are handling this!! It is about time we all stand up as women and shout “NO MORE”!!!
1) if you cant aim right into the toilet then sit down!! OR go somewhere else.
2) If you drink a whole entire milk/juice/soda and leave 1 teaspoon so you dont have to make more or throw it away even though I have a POT IT note on it saying not to do that I will scream!!!
3) If you say one more time that if your snoring bothers me so much why dont I go to the couch I might just invest in a BOAT horn to wake your butt up the next time you suck in the ceiling with your buzz saw!!!
4) If you (DEAR SONS) eat oatmeal, or cream of wheat one more time without rinsing your bowls and leave it for me to try and remove the dried up cement (might be easier to throw bowl away) ahhhhhhhhhhhh
stop the insantity!!!!!
LOL
We are all in this together sistah!

LOL your comment had me roaring with laughter- I feel your pain! Luckily I have drilled things into my husband for years he’s a lot better- he RINSES his plate before putting it in the sink, he puts items in the recycling bin when they are empty, he writes on the list on the fridge when we are out of something, he picks up after himself, and so on. He’s actually told ME I’m a slob at certain points! Oh how the tides have turned!

Stick to your guns- seriously- I hate laundry left in the washer! The dryer okay not so bad- but the washer? Mold anyone?! Oh and my hubby also used to cram the washer- now he knows better after he broke it once doing that lol.

Recently I’ve taken to putting a pink post-it note on my towel with “MY TOWEL-PLEASE DON’T USE!!!!” written on it.

I was always under the crazy impression that towels were to dry your body after you had washed your body thoroughly, thereby leaving a damp towel. NOT one with a suspicious brown streak, crusty green streak or any other color but “Clean Body” color.